Throughout the ages, only a handful of supreme talents have ever truly touched this monument, while others are like ants, obliterated in the mortal world, forgotten after thousands of years as if they had never existed.
Clearly, Sui Liangdao was destined to become such an ant.
"Why... why was he chosen by fate, and I can only be this ant looking up!?"
Sui Liangdao clenched his fists tightly, feeling an unnamed rage within him.
"Seven Kills Sect... Who is that person? To possess such strength, how vast the world is, apart from the Six Great Taoist Sects, is there such a place?" Jiang Yuan was deeply puzzled.
Such a realm, such skill, such combat power... Being able to go toe-to-toe with Primordial King was in itself proof.
Beyond the Six Great Tao Sects, Jiang Yuan could hardly think of any place that could cultivate such an expert.
Boom...
The storm subsided, the thunder and fire dissipated, and the torn void also slowly healed.
All anomalies vanished.